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Dedicado a esa hermosa mujer llamada Josefina


Con Josefina, o 'Jose' como siempre la había llamado, teníamos una preciosa vida de convivencia, nos habíamos conocido jóvenes, nos habíamos enamorado y como era casi obligatorio en esos días, la había recibido vestida de blanco en el altar.
Una mujer muy bonita, frontal, como todas, con defectos y virtudes, con una personalidad muy fuerte y marcada, siempre habíamos sido el uno para el otro, dos gotas de agua, confidentes, locos, bohemios, amantes y con el paso de los años nos hicimos tan transparentes uno al otro que nos era imposible andar con secretos, todo lo sabía de ella, cuando estaba alegre, cuando estaba trise, cuando había algún problema, cuando tenía algún deseo.

Si tuviéramos que revivir lo vivido, seguramente no dejaríamos en segundo plano la posibilidad de ser padres, es que siempre fuimos postergando ese tema, primero por estudios, luego por trabajo y al final de cuentas se nos había pasado la hora de serlo, nos sentimos grandes, y sencillamente nos dimos cuenta de que no podíamos volver el tiempo atrás.
Estábamos en tiempos de replantearnos muchas cosas, Jose estaba en plena ebullición de cambios hormonales, en eso días en los que el período empieza a retirarse en la mujer, con esos sofocos propios de la situación y con cambiantes estados de ánimo, un tanto irritable y un tanto distraída en la cama, a pesar de que jamás tuve un reproche en ese aspecto, una mujer que sin dudas disfrutaba su sexualidad.

Todo se dio para hacer un cambio meditado en nuestras vidas, Jose había dejado de lado su carrera ejecutiva después de veinte años en una importante empresa para dedicarse a trabajar en forma independiente, algo más tranquila y sin tantas presiones, dueña de su propio destino. Como suele suceder en empresas de nivel, le dieron un jugoso bono de despedida en reconocimientos a tantos años de servicios.
Nosotros teníamos bastante dinero ahorrado, pusimos encima ese bono y también nuestra casa para poder mudarnos de barrio, a un mejor sitio de la ciudad y a una casa más moderna y más bonita. Por mi parte, me iba demasiado bien con el negocio de importaciones, así que todo era para mejor.

En poco tiempo nos acostumbramos a nuestra nueva vida, nuevos espacios, nuevos vecinos, nos hicimos socios de un importante club que nos quedaba de paso, con enorme piscina, balneario propio contra la costa del río, sectores parquisados, lugares para comer y donde se podía practicar cuanto deporte imaginen.
Así poco a poco nos hicimos de ese ambiente rozando un alto status social, en especial, Jose y yo empezamos a redescubrir una diversión olvidada en el tiempo, jugar tenis.
Y como es obvio suponer, nos hicimos poco a poco de un grupo de seguidores de la actividad, personas normales que veían en ese deporte un momento especial para dejar la rutina de lado.

Así, nos hicimos de un grupo de amigos más que interesante donde todo trascendió más allá de una cancha de polvo de ladrillos, varias parejas con las que compartimos cenas, salidas, con quienes jugábamos partidos mixtos, algunos mejores, otros peores.
Alexis era uno más, un tipo curioso, un poco introvertido, buen mozo, llegando a los cincuenta como nosotros. Era peculiar, divorciado, uno de los pocos del grupo de pareja y casi siempre se mantenía un tanto al margen de todo, era de esos de no congeniar demasiado, llegaba, jugaba y se iba, hacía su parte y listo.
Por esas cosas de la vida el estableció algún vínculo especial con Jose y conmigo, parecía que siempre buscaba hacernos partidos y se dio que nuestro domicilio estaba de paso entre el suyo y el club, por lo que se hizo un poco costumbre que pasara a buscarnos o nos llevara de regreso.

Nació una amistad por así decirlo, a Jose le agradaba y Alexis no tenía inconvenientes en decirme una y otra vez cuan bonita era ella y cuan afortunado era yo al tenerla, siempre hablaba de la sana envidia acerca de nuestra perfecta relación, él, después de cuatro divorcios, jamás había podido encontrar su compañera de vida.
Alexis era muy educado y siempre hablaba con respeto, una manera muy honesta de endulzarnos los oídos sin ser grosero.
En algún descanso entre set y set, o en algún viaje en coche, cuando se daba la situación solía insinuar lo mucho que le hubiera gustado alguna vez ocupar mi lugar en la cama, hacerle el amor mi hermosa mujer, y que hubiera dado cualquier cosa por hacerlo.

En verdad yo siempre reía por esos halagos, pero conocía muy bien a Jose, una mujer demasiado centrada en la fidelidad, que, a esa altura, para mí ya no sabía si era una bendición o un castigo, sencillamente ella no era de ese tipo de mujeres, no le interesaban otros hombres ni siquiera un deslice por fuera de la pareja y si bien solía contarle las insinuaciones de Alexis, ella solo lo tomaba a broma. No estaba en sintonía, la vida de mi mujer pasaba por otro lado, con una sexualidad consumada sus intereses estaban más en lo material y en mantener estable su profesión, que ahora ejercía en forma autónoma.

Pero habría algo que me haría cambiar la óptica de la situación, una noche habíamos quedado en jugar en último turno, ya teníamos reservada una de las canchas, y a mi compañero le surgió un compromiso post partido. Estaba apretado con los horarios por lo que la solución fue ducharnos en el club para acortar tiempos, sería el momento de mi mayor sorpresa, es que honestamente yo tengo un tamaño 'small' pero mi amigo, diablo, era un 'xxx-large', era increíble el tamaño de esa verga, y asumo que estaba tan impresionado que no podía dejar de mirársela con disimulo para no sonar gay, pero en reposo seguro era más larga y más gruesa que la mía en plena erección, y si así era 'muerta' no quise imaginar lo que sería 'parada'


From now on, things would change subtly, I told Jose about Alexis' terrible cock, but she didn't flinch, once again leaving me clear that my cock made her happy and she wasn't interested in trying another, for her sex wasn't a matter of size.

However, the image of our friend wouldn't stop haunting me and I'd take his insinuations lightly, imagining that terrible cock making her go wild before my eyes would make my blood boil, feeling her moan, being an observer, I couldn't control it and it was inevitable to end up with an erection between my legs. When I made love to my wife, this story would become recurring in my mind and give me the best orgasms.

I kept insisting on it again and again, but I felt embarrassed, I was afraid she'd take me for a perverse sadist or simply make her feel undervalued as a woman, after so many years of living together.

With Alexis, I was direct, sounding as hetero as possible, I didn't stop praising the enormous cock he had and the idea that he would get with Jose in front of my eyes, even giving him details on what I'd like him to do, which excited me, imagining being the director of my own movie conditioned by my love, where my wife would be the protagonist.

Alexis just laughed and made up with me, knowing about my wife's negative feelings and that only fantasies would remain, he continued to be very respectful of the situation and understood Jose's position, even slipping in that he'd only conform as an observer, he was in love with how our marriage functioned, and it would have been enough for him to see us in action in bed.

And it was crazy, because that unexpected change opened up new ideas, Jose wouldn't stop being alone with me in bed, and honestly, Alexis' terrible cock caused me a lot of envy and even a very masculine fear that she might compare and that he would change the rules of the game for I was sufficient, but of course, it's just fair to mention that I had been her only man. It didn't matter because my wife wouldn't allow it to happen, neither as a participant nor as an observer. With time passing, the idea went away, fell due to its own weight, Jose wasn't permeable even to an insinuation, so we couldn't keep making plans that would never become reality. In mid-October, with a spring already entered and a temperature like summer hadn't arrived yet, we had a charity dinner at the club, the idea was to raise funds for a child with leukemia, it was the son of one of the security boys and the treatment was very expensive, it was a good gesture and we couldn't miss it, the costs of the cards were high but nothing seemed sufficient for such a noble cause. I remember Jose had put on those tight pants that stick to the skin, in tones of black mixed with gold, short boots with high heels, and a loose blouse that couldn't hide the generosity of his breasts, I contemplated him in silence while he was unaware of me, concentrated in front of the mirror adjusting his hair and giving the final touches to his makeup, making sure everything was perfect on him, the necklace, earrings, jewelry, and even the sweet perfume of the occasion. In those eternal seconds, I fell in love with that woman again, like good wines, time only made her more desirable, more appetizing, with just the right wisdom to be erotic without being vulgar, where eroticism was carried on every curve of his perfect body. A painted smile on my lips surprised him when he noticed my presence... What's up? - she inquired somewhat confused Nothing... - I whispered low - I'm proud to be chosen by you every day... The dinner was pleasant, exultant, exquisite, joyful, lively, I noted that my wife was taking too much, a situation confirmed when I tried... a horrible karaoke in English, a situation that only a hangover would have allowed her to do in front of about fifty people. It was around 4 am when we embarked on the return journey, Alexis driving, I beside him and she behind, talking and laughing alone, just disconnected words. When we arrived home Jose seemed lost, on the verge of ridicule, I tried unsuccessfully to get her to lower her voice, and our friend just laughed, had to park the car and help me carry her inside, it was terrifying. But once the front door had closed, things changed, I didn't see it coming, I didn't expect it, José started talking with the frankness of a drunk person and the mouth of a brothel prostitute, he was another woman, disheveled, off-center and facing Alexis, asking if she thought her beautiful and if she really wanted to see me having sex with him. My friend was on the defensive, retreating and laughing nervously, because we really shouldn't have been doing it, but maybe if... In minutes we were in the living room, us kissing on the large sofa, and Alexis observing from the side on one of the individual chairs. My wife was a slut, unknown, she kissed me and squeezed my cock through my clothes, I massaged her ass and nibbled her tits, despite the blouse, despite the corset. I felt my cock hard and a curious nervousness, clear, it wasn't normal to have an audience in first row while trying to have sex with my wife. But we kept going, playing, exchanging hot kisses and she occasionally diverted her eyes towards our guest, we undressed and it was evident that my wife felt like the center of the scene, she had the situation under control, Alexis was lost with his eyes fixed on the ass of my beloved, in her prominent breasts, legs, belly, and pubic area. She took my penis between her fingers and put it in her hole, started riding me and moaning very tasty, asking Alexis every now and then if that was... What I longed for. Alexis couldn't take it anymore and at some point had pulled out his cock, which was enormous and dripping, indescribable, and I wasn't the only one who noticed that detail, I looked into my wife's eyes to check if she was slowly losing herself in our friend's sex. The scene became irresistible because she was riding me with lust, but her attention wasn't on me, it was on him, his enormous and appetizing cock. Jose moaned uncontrollably, caressing her breasts and nipples with one hand, her pubis and clitoris with the other, concentrating on something else, on the chair in front of us, she bit her lower lip hard and I tried to guess what she was thinking in a few seconds because my life partner suddenly became a stranger. I couldn't resist it, I grabbed her by the hips and filled her pussy with cum as quickly as an inexperienced teenager would. Then came the magic, Jose got up from where he was, approached Alexis naked on his side, only knelt down, looked at him still incredulous, his cock dripping with that transparent juice produced by contained heat, she pulled out her tongue and savored it with rhythm, with lust, she couldn't believe it, my wife's lips kissing another cock that wasn't mine, he looked at me still hesitating, as if waiting for my approval, we were both in shock. Josefina seemed to ignore my presence and tried in vain to put such a large cock in her small mouth, barely able to handle his bare glans and only breathing warmth in the air. My friend seemed to relax and adjust to the new situation, while I was still just seeing her kneeling very concentrated on hers, giving very yummy and savory licks. To my surprise, I realized I was out of the game, it seemed she had forgotten about me, ignoring me completely. At that moment, I tried to get back into the game because I assumed we were having a threesome, I decided to focus on my wife so she could have the possibility of blow us both, but she only rejected me, looked at me and told me very confident in herself

No, no, no sir, maybe you didn't want to see us together? then sit down and look at us.It was the moment to assume there wouldn't be a trio, just a role change and I would now be the luxury observer, Jose took Alexis to the big couch and left me on the small one beside him, forcing him to recline and then sitting on his face, the image I received was very sexy, my friend giving oral sex and her touching herself in a very provocative way, it was an acting performance he was gifting me, including moans.

But that situation wouldn't last long, suddenly Alexis would take control of the game, no longer being that nice and educated man we knew so well, no, now he was in charge, impromptu and boisterous. In a couple of moves, abusing his masculine strength, he put my wife on all fours, with her enormous ass pointing straight at my eyes, in the dim light I could notice how my own semen had dripped from her pussy and had splashed down her legs in a very yummy way.

My friend then started lubricating her asshole with saliva and fingers, and also spitting on his huge cock.

Jose divined the intentions and protested vehemently

What are you doing? You're crazy! Not that way! Don't even think about it! You'll kill me!

But Alexis had supported one of his hands on the back of my wife, holding her still, then he looked at me with a marked smile, a smile of sin and complicity, I looked him in the eye and in those seconds remembered all the conversations we'd had in solitude, things that would have been nice to see in a hypothetical encounter that never would happen.

Then he forgot about me and went for it, wanting to give her one from behind, and she started kicking like a spoiled brat, saying it was big and hurt, he barely gave her time to rest before going at it again, over and over. At some point I feared he might hurt her, Alexis had a cock of eight or nine centimeters in diameter, an animal, but my dirty and perverse morbidity only encouraged me to let everything happen.

In the end, she couldn't take it anymore, and I saw how slowly... Twenty centimeters of flesh were slowly disappearing from the backside of my love. He started playing with in and out and Jose just began to moan, then scream and shake, I imagined our neighbors next door and everything became exciting, too much because they could probably hear it all. Alexis took her hands and forced them onto his ass, so she would open it up, then he would take it out and move aside, just for me to see, damn, my heart was racing in my chest, Jose's asshole was as dilated as the best porn actresses and I dare say those seconds of visual excitement were the most perfect of my prolonged sexuality and then Alexis would give him another go at it every time that sphincter tried to close. My wife was a slut, a slut, when she had it from behind she moaned and protested loudly because it hurt too much, but when he took it out it was worse, she just begged for him to give her cock again. He changed positions again, I guessed what would follow because we had planned it many times. Now she was lying on her back, still agitated, Alexis went behind her, settled in and placed his testicles on her forehead to pass his cock all over her face, the glans went further than her perineum, it was intimidating, impressive, and he started to jerk off his trunk. My wife opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to take it from the underside of the bald-headed glans with desire, lost, but it was clear that she only did what he wanted her to do, he controlled the timing, range, and how much she could lick him, even sometimes pushing her away so far that Jose, no matter how hard he stretched, could only manage to hold on to his desires. I felt myself cum again, I couldn't resist it anymore and noticed my friend was in the same spot, suddenly a white liquid started flowing slowly from the tip of his cock, very slow, dripping from the little hole until it reached... gravity to the lips and tongue of my beloved, she continued to stretch her tongue outside of her mouth to reach that appetizing gland that was in full ebullition, and I saw how slowly everything seemed to snow into semen. It was very tasty to see that, like an open jar of honey pouring out its contents slowly. The movement of my wife's throat left me noting how as her mouth filled up, she savored and swallowed slowly, until only drops remained for licking. After finishing, Alexis put the gland in her mouth, leaving it up to her to enjoy the last minutes of pleasure, while he looked at me as if enjoying having fulfilled the fantasy we had talked about so many times. The calm and silence had returned to the room, Jose disentangled himself from his lover, got up, and came to my side, naked, sat down in front of me, with her legs open around mine, rested her arms on my shoulders, looked at me fixedly from her elevated position, and kissed me sweetly, with passion, pushing her tongue into my bell. It is true, I still seemed to feel the taste of Alexis's semen in that kiss, if only seconds before she had sucked his cock like a slut, but it didn't bother me, it tasted like love, pure love. Time passed, the story never repeated itself, Alexis returned to being the gentleman he had always been, and knew how to put himself in his place, respecting my wife's decisions. We play tennis every now and then, we're friends, it was an experience we lived and enjoyed at the time, we don't talk much about it. It is curious, but when he and she cross their gazes, there is a sense of shame in the air, as if both wanted to acknowledge that night only occurred in dreams. With my dear Jose, things never changed, it was a wild experience and that's all, we don't talk much about it and always blush, laugh nervously, and just say it was her fault. hangover, although I never stop believing it, at least I knew that, despite the sizes, my manhood hadn't been wounded in its pride. Smile, remember that I usually joke with my friend, in those men's chats, always telling him that when I make love to her, when she's got me in four, when I look at her bum, it's impossible not to think of him.

Note: To give dimension to the story, I'll share a photo of myself and one of Alexis

If you liked the story, you can write to me with title CONSENTED HORN to dulces.placeres@live.com